At 2:47 in the Morning, the Waitress Chose a Killer. By Dawn, She Learned He Had Been Saving Her All Along.

coming.”

He ended the call.

“What happened?” Elena asked.

“Two men were seen entering St. Agnes through the emergency wing.”

Her breath left her.

“My mother.”

Vincent grabbed the keys from the table.

“Elena,” he said, “I will get you to her.”

She looked at him, this man wrapped in rumor and blood and secrets, and understood with a terror deeper than gunfire continue reading …